" "She? My God, the pity of it! She knows nothing of life. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its present inmate. " The stranger was for a moment lost in reflection. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. Indeed, it seemed inevitable that she must clear it up with his assistance, or not at all. But the survey was satisfactory, and she found herself presently in Room No. ’ She paused, struggling for the word.
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